As I awoke this morning,
a purple haze was in my head,
and trouble had made its way behind
the headboard of my bed.
my eyes couldn't see the moonbeams
that traveled here and there,
and knots and buried memories
were tangled in my hair.
when skies are grey and shadowed,
how can we continue still,
how will we ever be able to swallow
this jagged little pill.
a home ia always empty
when tears are used for words,
a cage is not a pleasant place
for tiny little birds,
beyond the far horizon lives hope
and the happy place
where my true home lies waiting
with joy, peace and grace.